| Lost
This is my body, this is my
shell
This is my soul, won't burn
in Hell
This is my baby, this is my
flesh
This is a burn, so raw yet
so fresh
Consume our minds, each
others thoughts
Grab the ends and tie the
knots
You are my love, let's
interlock
And build this house upon a
rock
This is my stalker, forever
concealed
This tender flesh, a
concience revealed
This is the beast who
whispers soft
You fed it, it grew, your
soul went aloft
Some say souls wander, peer
into darkness or stare
Some say that they want to
die, and others don't care
Consume our minds, each
others thoughts
Grab the ends and tie the
knots
You are my love, let's
interlock
And build this house upon a
rock
You sunk too deep and stuck
between the bone
You're hand-in-hand with a
monster, crushed against the stone
It's far too late for you,
the pleasure has its cost
It took control, a crippled
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Widow · 
Atlas · 
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